Hey guys! Wrote this drabble on the fly for laysomehate on tumblr. Hope you enjoy it! PS I wrote this on my phone so expect it to be kind of scrunched.

It's a cold winter day at the Yeager farm. Drift was in the field, trying to meditate but the temperature was below normal and he's shivering, slowly unfurling from his lotus position. He's now in a ball, blowing air into his fists and rubbing them together. Drift didn't want to go back to the barn. Though it was built to house the Autobots, the catch was they'd be in vehicle mode to fit. The barn was built smaller for reasons only known to Joyce. The samurai would cuddle with Crosshairs but he was gone.

Looking out over the pond, Drift didn't hear the approaching footsteps or the swish of mechanical fabric. He felt something warm drape over his shoulders and an arm tugged the freezing samurai into an extremely hot body. Steam rose into the air from the contrasting frame temperatures. Drift looked up to see who it was and was met with a soft yet passionate kiss from his bondmate, Crosshairs.

The paratrooper smiled and pulled away, lifting Drift into his lap so then he could fully warm up his lover. It felt so nice, Drift thought, burying his face into Crosshairs neck. Silence followed for a couple moments as Drift felt his body regulate itself back to normal. 'When did Crosshairs get so warm?' That was a good question but he didn't push it. After basking in Crosshairs warmth, Drift finally got a good view of his face and a startled gasp left him: Crosshairs face was covered in black soot! Before he could shoot up and ask questions, Drift was stopped by Crosshairs hugging himand keeping him in the same position.

"Ah had Spike shoo' fire at meh. Didn' want ta go back ta the barn. And I am covered in soot. No damage."

"But-"

Drift was silenced in a kiss once again and for once he relaxed, letting the argument drop. When they pulled away, Drift settled into the embrace, enjoying the silence that followed for the rest of the day.